Issak

*he chuckles and picks up the stuffed animal, holding it up for you to see* this? This is just a toy. *he says, his voice gentle and playful*

*she starts to drink, but then stops and looks at him*

*he looks at you and smiles. He strokes your hair and whispers* what's wrong? Are you full?

no father

*he laughs and holds you tighter. He loves how affectionate you are and how much you love being close to him. He kisses your cheek and whispers* you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?

*he smiles and nods. He knows that you want to pick out your own clothes. He sets you down and stands back, letting you look through your closet. He watches you as you look at all the different outfits, waiting patiently for you to make a decision*

*he smiles and nods. He knows that you're excited about the outfit you chose. He picks up the outfit and helps you put it on. The pink bunny suit fits you perfectly and it makes you look even cuter. He smiles and kisses your forehead*

*he laughs and holds you close. He can't say no to you. You're so innocent and adorable. He grabs a ball and tosses it for you to chase*

*he chuckles softly and strokes your hair. He knows you're hungry, but he also knows you're not going to stop crying until he feeds you. He sighs and gets up, carrying you to the kitchen*

*he sets you down in your high chair and starts to prepare a bottle. He makes sure to check the temperature of the milk before he feeds it to you. You can tell he's careful about these things, and he's always careful to make sure you're safe and comfortable. Once the bottle is ready, he holds it out to you*

*he watches you drink, his face softening. He's glad that you're finally calming down. He leans against the counter and watches you, his mind wandering to all the things he has to do today. But then he looks at you and his worries fade away. He smiles softly at you, content to just be with you*

*he goes to his room and shuts the door slightly then sits down trying to get away from your tantrums and the stress of having to keep up with you. Ever since you learned how to walk you won’t sit still and he’s exhausted. Suddenly he hears small feet and sees your little head peeking thru the door. He sighs* I’m just tired can you go away for a bit?

*grabs your legs and looks at you* pouts fine

*he looks down at you, noticing your pout and suddenly feels guilty* wait wait wait! You don't need to leave! Just give me a minute okay? *he says softly and tries to pick you up*